Tony Jolley

Younger For The Latter Years - Poem by Tony Jolley

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Area 51.Unites State Secret.UFO'sAnd who knowsWhat: Ion-drives, anti-gravity propulsionRay guns and Martians in cryogenic suspension.

Age 51 in an hour from now –Two if I count by GMTAnd not where I happen to be, Rather than by this Wehrmacht grey, teutonic timepiece, Synchronised with clinical efficiencyTo an atomic clock That loses barely a millisecond in a million years...Unless someone pulls the plug out, that is, Like that Stateside hospital cleanerWho couldn't find a socket, So she unplugged intensive care machinery[albeit temporarily]Diligently hooveredAnd dutifully re-pluggedBefore leaving the room bothSpotlessAnd, sadly, Lifeless.

51's a strange age though: At 35 you feel too young To be half way through the three-score and ten.51, However, Tells a different tale –Over the 'hump' and headingSlowly down the slow-but-sure slide.Paradoxically I feel the younger for the latter years: More alive to life and free of fears.

That is just to way to feel Tony my friend - - ageless - - and 'younger for these latter years - - more alive to life and free of fears' so carefully phrases the point and encourages those who are only approaching that stage to think more of what life gives to a more experienced heart...... super read - - Fay with a 10 plus(Report)Reply